D\u00edvam sa z okna a pozorujem dve deti, ako sa hraj\u00fa pri jazere. Mo\u017eno s\u00fa to s\u00farodenci \u2013 brat so sestri\u010dkou. Chlap\u010dek, star\u0161\u00ed, mo\u017eno \u0161es\u0165ro\u010dn\u00fd, h\u00e1d\u017ee kamene do vody. Po ka\u017edom hode sk\u00e1\u010de a te\u0161\u00ed sa, akoby pr\u00e1ve vyhral olympijsk\u00e9 hry. Na prv\u00fd poh\u013ead je to zlat\u00e9, no ke\u010f sa pozriem bli\u017e\u0161ie, vid\u00edm, \u017ee t\u00fato \u010dinnos\u0165 opakuje ako robot, nev\u0161\u00edmaj\u00fac si svoju sestri\u010dku, ktor\u00e1 sa v\u0161emo\u017ene sna\u017e\u00ed zauja\u0165 jeho pozornos\u0165.<\/p>\n
Jazero sa okolo nich men\u00ed. Hladina sa pokojne vln\u00ed, odr\u00e1\u017eaj\u00fac svetlo slnka, no jeho o\u010di to nevidia, s\u00fa zameran\u00e9 len na kamene. Sestri\u010dka, ove\u013ea mlad\u0161ia, mo\u017eno trojro\u010dn\u00e1, vn\u00edma svet okolo seba a t\u00fa\u017ei po jeho pozornosti. Pod\u00e1va mu kamienky, sna\u017e\u00ed sa mu pom\u00f4c\u0165 v tom, \u010do si mysl\u00ed, \u017ee je pre neho d\u00f4le\u017eit\u00e9. Ale on vid\u00ed len to jedno.<\/p>\n
V tomto malom pr\u00edbehu nach\u00e1dzam zrkadlo na\u0161ej doby. U\u017e ako deti sa u\u010d\u00edme nah\u00e1\u0148a\u0165 za nie\u010d\u00edm, \u010do n\u00e1s nap\u013a\u0148a len na chv\u00ed\u013eu, zatia\u013e \u010do n\u00e1m svet unik\u00e1 pomedzi prsty. \u010co vlastne zanech\u00e1me za sebou? Bude to nie\u010do, \u010do naplnilo na\u0161e srdcia, alebo nie\u010do, \u010do sa rozplynulo v pr\u00e1zdnote?<\/p>\n
Ako ten chlap\u010dek, aj ja sa ob\u010das to\u010d\u00edm v tom istom kruhu. M\u00ed\u0148am nespo\u010detn\u00e9 mno\u017estvo tv\u00e1r\u00ed, h\u013eadaj\u00fac t\u00fa, ktor\u00e1 by mohla by\u0165 mojou druhou polovicou. H\u013ead\u00e1m a porovn\u00e1vam a \u010dasto sa p\u00fdtam: \u201e\u010co ak pr\u00edde niekto lep\u0161\u00ed?\u201c \u017dijeme v dobe, v ktorej je kr\u00e1sa idolom a dokonalos\u0165 na\u0161im cie\u013eom, a tak sa str\u00e1came v nekone\u010dnom porovn\u00e1van\u00ed, k\u00fdm n\u00e1m pod rukami unik\u00e1 to, \u010do je skuto\u010dn\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Kde sa stratila l\u00e1ska na\u0161ich predkov, ktor\u00e1 bola oporou v \u010dasoch, ke\u010f svet nepon\u00fakal \u017eiadne z\u00e1ruky? V \u010dase, ke\u010f z\u00e1kony nechr\u00e1nili, ke\u010f sa \u013eudia b\u00e1li o svoj \u017eivot a o svoje pr\u00e1va, vedeli mu\u017ei a \u017eeny, \u017ee maj\u00fa len jeden druh\u00e9ho. Boli si ist\u00ed, \u017ee nech sa stane \u010doko\u013evek, bud\u00fa st\u00e1\u0165 bok po boku, pripraven\u00ed \u010deli\u0165 neistote spolo\u010dne.<\/p>\n
Dnes v\u0161ak \u010dasto zab\u00fadame na to, \u010do je naozaj d\u00f4le\u017eit\u00e9. Vz\u0165ahy sa st\u00e1vaj\u00fa obchodmi, v ktor\u00fdch si ka\u017ed\u00fd h\u013ead\u00ed svoje. Do vz\u0165ahov vstupujeme s obavami, akoby sme u\u017e od za\u010diatku r\u00e1tali s ich koncom. Ale kde sa stratila t\u00e1 ne\u017enos\u0165, t\u00e1 tich\u00e1 n\u00e1klonnos\u0165, ktor\u00e1 n\u00e1s kedysi sp\u00e1jala? Pre\u010do spolu vlastne tvor\u00edme rodiny, ak si ani ned\u00f4verujeme?<\/p>\n
L\u00e1ska, kedysi n\u00e1\u0161 maj\u00e1k v b\u00farkach \u017eivota, sa dnes str\u00e1ca v mori nekone\u010dn\u00fdch mo\u017enost\u00ed. A\u017e ke\u010f sa \u010das napln\u00ed a uvedom\u00edme si, \u017ee sa n\u00e1m \u0161anca na skuto\u010dn\u00fa l\u00e1sku pomaly vytr\u00e1ca, za\u010dneme h\u013eada\u0165 jej prav\u00fa hodnotu. Len \u010di u\u017e nie je neskoro.<\/p>\n
T\u00ed, ktor\u00ed h\u013ead\u00e1me l\u00e1sku \u010dist\u00fa a nezi\u0161tn\u00fa, \u010dasto skr\u00fdvame svoje pocity zo strachu. Namiesto \u00faprimnosti sa ukr\u00fdvame za masku, nech\u00e1vame sa pohlti\u0165 strachom z toho, \u017ee budeme nepochopen\u00ed. A tak, ke\u010f by sme mali hovori\u0165 pravdu, vol\u00edme rad\u0161ej ticho.<\/p>\n
Ale \u010do ak n\u00e1jdeme odvahu a povieme pravdu? D\u00e1me si skuto\u010dne \u0161ancu na slobodu? Mo\u017eno \u00e1no, mo\u017eno nie. Tieto rozhovory \u010dasto kon\u010dia fr\u00e1zou, ktor\u00e1 n\u00e1s e\u0161te viac zvia\u017ee v my\u0161lienkach a neistote. A predsa, nie je lep\u0161ie po\u010du\u0165: \u201ePrep\u00e1\u010d, ale nec\u00edtim to ist\u00e9,\u201d ne\u017e bl\u00fadi\u0165 v tichu a pochybnostiach?<\/p>\n
Pravda bol\u00ed, ale v tej bolesti sa skr\u00fdva \u0161anca na nov\u00fd za\u010diatok. Nezra\u0148ujme \u013eud\u00ed tichom. Povedzme pravdu a mo\u017eno uvid\u00edme, \u017ee vz\u0165ahy, ktor\u00e9 m\u00e1me, sa stan\u00fa pevnej\u0161\u00edmi a \u00faprimnej\u0161\u00edmi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
D\u00edvam sa z okna a pozorujem dve deti, ako sa hraj\u00fa pri jazere. Mo\u017eno s\u00fa to s\u00farodenci \u2013 brat so sestri\u010dkou. Chlap\u010dek, star\u0161\u00ed, mo\u017eno \u0161es\u0165ro\u010dn\u00fd, h\u00e1d\u017ee kamene do vody. Po ka\u017edom hode sk\u00e1\u010de a te\u0161\u00ed sa, akoby pr\u00e1ve vyhral olympijsk\u00e9 hry. Na prv\u00fd poh\u013ead je to zlat\u00e9, no ke\u010f sa pozriem bli\u017e\u0161ie, vid\u00edm, \u017ee t\u00fato […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":130,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[56],"tags":[90,107,115,86,116,75],"class_list":["post-205","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uvahy","tag-laska","tag-reflection-sk","tag-relationships-sk","tag-skola-zivota","tag-society-sk","tag-spojenie"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/205","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=205"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/205\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":206,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/205\/revisions\/206"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/130"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=205"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=205"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sleboda.art\/sk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=205"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}